Chapter 19: Seconds

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*ELIJAH'S POV*

I hold onto Daisy's hand tightly as her and the group walk into a restaurant.

"You will break my hand off one day." She looks at me.

"Sorry." I slightly loosen my grip on her tiny hand. We take a seat at the table and we all begin chatting.

"Guys i heard The Rolling Stones are touring, we should all go to their concert." Daisy says excitement clear in her voice.

"How old are you? They are such an old band." Collin says. I instantly send him a glare which he shrugs off.

"They are good though." Payton says.

"Good? They are amazing." Daisy sighs at their lack of excitement.

"We can go." Jordan says. Finally.

"Will you come?" Daisy looks at me batting those goddamn eyelashes.

I give a single nod. It's weird, when we're alone i turn into a fucking blabber mouth like she does but when we're in public places i hate talking.

A waiter comes over. My body tenses as i look at the fucking pasty white boy infront of us.

"Hi sir, can i get pasta and he'll have a steak." Daisy says, ordering for me. Thank you sunshine.

He takes everyone else's order and writes them down.

"Can i tell yo-" Daisy begins but the dick walks off. I grab the back of his shirt and pull him back to us. His eyes widen.

"She was talking you, fucker." I sneer. I look at Daisy for her to continue.

"Can i tell you a joke?" She smiles at him awaiting his answer.

"Uh sure."

"Why are blonde jokes so short?" She giggles.

"Uhm i don't know."

"So men can remember them." She laughs.

He lets out a small chuckle.

"Your funny." He points at her.

"Thank you."

He waits a moment before walking off. Everyone looks at me waiting for me to loose my shit.

"He better laugh at her fucking jokes or he's dead meat." I grumble. They all start laughing while i roll my eyes.

"Me and Payton are going to go to the toilet before the food comes, well be back." Daisy whispers in my ear as she stands up, our hands separating.

They both leave and i sit there fidgeting.

I play with the napkin on the table.

I can't sit still.

I look to where the girls walking into the bathroom, why are they taking so fucking long?

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